The sun was setting slow over Perth when Jack stood alone in the rooftop garden of their villa, wind tugging at the collar of his shirt. The solar fields shimmered below, and in the distance, Emily and Sarah laughed faintly in the kitchen.
But his mind wasn’t at ease.
Not since that call two days ago.
Not since Victor Krane.
They returned to Harmonfield three days later.
The airport felt colder. Familiar, yet heavier. Emily hit the ground running, juggling investor briefings, infrastructure reports, and a new task force on sustainable transport. Jack stayed quiet but watchful, watching shadows longer than they should be.
Victor Krane had made contact before they left Australia—just once.
Jack had taken a detour to inspect a land merger and ended up face-to-face with the man they tho
